July 30, 2008 – 11:08 amProbably.
Unless you want to want to be in a situation like this:
Facebook Guy: (knock10x)
Poor Guy:Ã‚Â Hello?
FBGuy: POKE! Edward Baxter! It's me, Tom from school!
PGuy:Ã‚Â Oh...
FBGuy: We sat next to each other in Math! We didn't get on, remember?
PGuy: Yeah...
FBGuy: Do you want to be my friend?
PGuy: What?
FBGuy: DO YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND, Confirm or Ignore?
PGuy:Ã‚Â Alright...
FBGuy: Great! Where did we meet?
PGuy: You know where we met.
FBGuy: Do you want to skip this step?
PGuy: We met at school!
...
FBGuy: Ok, Are you in a relationship?
PGuy: I've got to go...
FBGuy:Ã‚Â Is it complicated? It's complicated.
Ok, What are you looking for?
Friendship,Dating, Whatever you can get...?
Let's just say Random Play...
Hahaha... This is comically scary.

May 26, 2008 – 11:35 pmAfter some time, I finally got a chance to unwind a little bit. The beach outing had been planned for quite some time but the weather had not been good so there was some doubt if the plan would push through.
As always, I was late in arriving. The agreed meeting time was 7-8 am but I arrived 8:30 am. I was quite embarrassed because they were all waiting for me, granted that I'm not totally acquainted with them all (I could say was gatecrashing because they were all barkadas and I was only acquainted with a few of them). But they were really great people and I never felt out place once.
Here we are on the van going to Concepcion. The whole drive was very smooth sailing, comfortable and only took a little over 2 hours.
(from left: Rei, Eaves, Oliver, Elena, Jimmy, Mark, me, Marco, Cay, Sha, Teng - ...

May 10, 2008 – 1:51 amWhen we were children most of us imagined ourselves to have some kind of superpower. I always thought that it would be cool to be able to fly. On second thought, it might not be a good idea because what if your power fails when you're flying high above the sky? Not good. I also wanted to be able to read people's minds. I bet it would be really helpful, especially if you want to know their deepest darkest secrets. And use those against them --- ha, blackmail!
Unfortunately, I don't have any of those superpowers. I can sit in the couch and stare at the TV for hours, but that's not a fun superpower. It's only helpful if you want to look like a blob statue. I can also shed tears watching dog commercials --- but that just makes me look crazy and delusional. Besides, running mascara is definitely not ...

May 2, 2008 – 2:55 pmHow does losing become an art? And can youcreally master the art?
I don't think one can. You may desperately try to convince yourself that losing is not very difficult to deal with. That there is an art to it, and like every other art, one can master its techniques.
This poem caught my eye because the author seemed intent in trying to convince herself that losing something is not a disaster. Indeed, some things are sometimes meant to be lost, but this does mean that we are not allowed to feel bad if they do.
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. ...